[But it's too late. He's downed the champagne, and she's half expecting him to go into a fire-breathing rage and braces herself, ducking behind the table along with the people at the ones nearest them shielding themselves, but when nothing comes and he instead hunches over the table...
Tifa peeks up from the other side, only her eyes appearing with her mask askew.]
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[But it's too late. He's downed the champagne, and she's half expecting him to go into a fire-breathing rage and braces herself, ducking behind the table along with the people at the ones nearest them shielding themselves, but when nothing comes and he instead hunches over the table...
Tifa peeks up from the other side, only her eyes appearing with her mask askew.]
... Eustace? Are you alright?